Recently I noted that the last time I went away with my husband {just the two of us}, I was very, very pregnant. I’m not saying that pregnant women can’t have fun, but with limited access to abdominal muscles, just walking on the beach was a bit of a chore.
Yesterday, we had a busy day of travel. I began my day in Pennsylvania, kissed my daughter goodbye & flew to Atlanta where I hooked up with Coach & the boys. By late afternoon, we were strolling along the Riverwalk in downtown San Antonio. Just the two of us. There were no crayons in my purse, no stroller to push, & we enjoyed this thing called “conversation” that doesn’t happen too often in parent-mode.
This morning Coach said to me, “When was the last time we slept in like this?” The answer to that question is easy: 2008.
And now, if you’ll excuse me… I have a date with my husband.
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Oh sounds wonderful, I have not slept in since 2008 either – at least not past 8:30. HA!
Have fun in San Antonio.
So happy you are spending time together…it is much deserved!